Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-Gambinos

And in our line of work, we need all the we can get
Tony Wind is the name, he works for a ring in Central America
Who to kill him?
No information, say yes or no
One point million
Alright, you get you want -- money's no object
They're all clean, no numbers, untraceable
And there are head bullets, in the clip

[Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]

Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here the cop man
Yo come here, come here Sun
Come for a minute!
aiyyo hold up hold up
Shit we gotta go to the store for baking soda
Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this of glass nig!
Get your big Adidas off my table man!
Get the off it man.
Yo just chill man, pass the man.
Niggaz is man, damn.
Big ass shits.
Yo man you ain't smoking of that weed in here man.
man.

Bobby
Somebody go to the man
Sup
Get baking soda.
(Yo!) cut the pie five ways
(Noodles) We off with two mil kid
Fast (Rollie Fingers, no coming through)
La cosa
(Johnny Blaze!)
(Lou Diamonds!)
kid.
(Tony Starks)
Universal
(Original claat bad bwoys)

Method Man

Who come to get None. They want guns!
I be the first to set off shit, to run
Wu together as one
I my brother Sun 'cause he shine like one

Verse Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze

it
Scriptures hit the body like off shotties
Like my hair notty and my nosepiece
Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy
Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for
Ain't nuttin here, we pioneer
Commandeer a new frontier, be the Wu yeah
chambers of fear, huh, you lost it
Information leakin out your faucets,
Time to your crown and leave the ground
a new sheriff in town holdin it down
It's the two holster, shit shot
dead or alive, bounty on the poster
Wild in the West, a of my culture
And is the test, hold up
Let a nigga catch his breath, we payin dues
And the last one is death, back to the
With that shit you stressin, this rap
Now Tical, the son of the Shaolin
Isle plus my style, Criminology
The last times and days, Johnny fuckin

Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou

goes for niggaz who know
Wu grow like llello, ley no
Plus in Barbados
Ricaans be me much shit, the dutch shit
Stay cool papi, seize it enough shit
Back at the lab a, crack's up
Yo niggaz act up, what up the workers if they hafta
Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards
Suckin his dick, up in the whip
Designed for prime nigga jail time jiggas
Them niggaz up in Height bitin niggaz
Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah
Jakes beware black rap
Rock leather goose bears blowin this year
One eight gambino niggaz yeah

Wu roll as one
I call my Sun 'cause he shine like one

Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Bobby

Solid gold crown is
Solid gold, it Sun yo
Solid gold crown be shinin and blindin like diamonds
I be pioneerin the style in the cloud silver linings
breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected
The heart the rib the chest and solar plexus
Castin stones, crackin two-hundred and six
And yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone
How dare you it with dim pones
The overfiend like bean green souls with a soldier mean
The grand imperial wizard oh is it
The Ryzarector come to pay ass a visit
Local bio-chemical, giant, the black general
Lickin shots to Davy on the bicentennial
Happen two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin
up your adrenalin son it's time for boutin
It's a mileage resemblin who like followin
Trapped inside your projects like a inside the bottle

Verse Four: Master

God steppin upon holy down of the track
the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack
So I decided to down on the mic
So the of the track won't deny the fact
That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an
That hurts the who tries to visual-ize under
'cause I strike, thunder
Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, it's
My wisdom fucks up your
Systems are fractured by the killa
Style is ragged and are mad jagged
Enter the entity, my
Is three hundred and sixty degrees of
Represent the school of hard and glocks my
Clan is hoss and got mad moss for so
Feel the force of impact the iron side of
The gat as I attack the
From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the
Watch a nigga get blown out his dome
piece, deceased, laid to

Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Tony

Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me
Holdin up saloon, clean sweep, like a broom
Full moons make me howl a wolf outta breath
Sold only new vocal I heard Genius on Gef
So step back, to the lab at, velocity
My teammate, enhance cells like a pharmacy
Fuck horado plan growas bravo
Goodfellas we know, sellas become novels
The man rockin head bands, silk and jams
Early 80's british rock, playboys, mocks, and
The laser beam vocalist well at symphonies
Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta
them kids that came off with 8 million
Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal
Them heads must have been stupid
Tell me how the fuck niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid
jet money, undaground money
Submarines and rings too bad you fucked up

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